jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

writing

  • The prettiest girl in my world.

    The prettiest girl in my world. Dear Julie, my sweetest love. I shall find you and we will wander to the lakes, we will wander to the West Virginia mountains. I want your bare feet and legs across my lap, and I want to fall into your golden brown eyes. I love your legs sun… Read more

  • One tin soldier and a lovely Tosha Hill song.

    One Tin soldier.. I have become a vulgar man. Once I had a young heart. Love didn’t darken my heart, love didn’t darken my mind. Life did. He told the mirror in the tavern. I remember everything. I remember the beautiful faces of the kind women who tried to love me. I remember doing the… Read more

  • Lovely is.

    Lovely is. Lovely is the six am June sun kissing the sea. Lovely is when the warm sun, sun-kissing my face on a summer day. Lovely is the laughter of the children, singing and dancing near the sea. Lovely life is when two people become one, knowing love and gentleness. Lovely is the quiet of… Read more

  • I drink the whiskey, I write and I remember.

    I drink the whiskey, I write and I remember. I chased her, she chased me. We didn’t know we were just babies reaching for a miracle. I drink the whiskey now; I write the midnight poetry. And I remember everything. It is 2am in Michigan. I sit alone, I drink alone and I write alone.… Read more

  • My gin and juice lullaby.

    My gin and juice lullaby. Once we stripped bare naked and we showed real face and real skin. You were fire and I was water. My greed was to steal everything I could. We languished in cheap motel till the noon hours and I saw in your eyes. You knew, I was just a thief.… Read more

  • Spin the bottle.

    Spin the bottle. Old man sat alone and he told me. Damn if you do, damn if you don’t. Life is like spin the bottle and playing with your sister. All you get is a kiss on the cheek. Today I masquerade as a free man. My Jack Daniel warm and tasty, leave me cold… Read more

  • September. And an amazing song.

    September. I told her on a late September day in Germany. Old earth is going to sleep for a while, the days are getting colder and the days are getting shorter. Please Daniela, stay with me till the days of Fall and Winter is gone. In the cooler day of September and October, we learn… Read more

  • Things lost, things found.

    Things lost, things found. My scattered memories reappear in wild dreams. I remember forgotten face, I remember forgotten places and I remember the last conversations with great people, I have known. Things lost, things found. Just building blocks of a life, the lessons making us wiser and stronger. Our dreams are where we gather a… Read more

  • Listen to the wind.

    Listen to the wind. Find a valley where the kind wind can sing to you, stand in an apple tree orchard, touch an apple, taste the sweetness. Gifts, wonderful gift from Mother Nature. Go to the sea, dance with the waves, meditate with the ocean song, great sea, will sing the song of today, will… Read more

  • I need a wild heart.

     I need a wild heart….                        1- Love made me live. Beautiful woman told me. We need to bathe in the quiet and sweetness of love.Love come when love wants.The movement of love is like a song.The rhythmically song take us to interlacing of hands, mouth and body.Let’s dance nude upon the balcony and allow… Read more